I love my beach house and I love Litchfield Beach. My friends make fun of me because I "plan beach trips" when I live right down the road from Folly.
But Litchfield is different. I've been going there since I was born, and every time I step foot into that house I feel incredibly fortunate. It's been the scene of both wholesome family moments, and secret rendezvous.
This weekend (Easter) is the first official beach trip of the year. Stefan and I are pumped. We're staying in the musty downstairs while my Uncle Philip and his gang are upstairs. But we have plans to thoroughly enjoy ourselves, including an evening with Alice at the Hot Fish Club. Heck yeah. I gotta buy sunscreen.